Football's over. I have nobody to yell at me and make me run until I nearly kiss the clown. (Can I still use that? Guess I just did.)

Concussion's all gone, and shoulder (which I hurt banging my head off of it) is better, but in the past 6 weeks, I've put on 8 pounds of blubber.

All of the swearing and crying and bleeding and patting other girls on the behind playing football in 95+ heat is fast becoming for naught, and I won't stand for it! Oh yeah- I've gone back to full-time work (yay steady paycheck!) and freelancing on top of it, so I'm having a hard time getting myself to the gym if I'm not meeting someone there.

So... I'm tasked with getting mine self a trainer... and boy is this gonna be hard now that I have enough knowledge to be dangerous.

Boy I admire you folks with kids. How you do it, I'll never know. Until I do it too, but for now, I don't know.

You know, I didn't think I'd go back to a trainer any time soon, but I changed jobs and have a schedule that really doesn't encourage taking time off when I feel energized to workout. Enter two sessions a week with a trainer to at least keep up fitness levels and work on flexibility and agility. I found a guy who was a track and field star in college so he at least knows about the O lifts and flexibility, etc.